The night was dark.

There are no stars, and darkness covers the land.

It was an unusually difficult night for Jiang Chen.

There is no red moon tonight, and the yin qi attacks the body, especially during the third watch, and the ghosts are more and more rampant.

Jiang Chen sat on the bed, listening to the rustling of grass outside the house in the quiet night, only to feel cold to the bone.

The dark mist, as if forming substantial tentacles, swirled around him.

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged, forgetting about things and me, and gradually entered the ethereal realm.

His body was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know it.

The boiling blood in the body was stimulated by the invasion of foreign enemies, and Xuan Gang was released, and the whole person was wrapped in a thick blood mist, as if the chaos had not yet opened.

If he had opened his eyes at this time, he could see countless ugly grimaces with blue fangs howling towards him as the twilight churned.

The hideous and terrible faces, all of which showed extremely vicious appearances, were attracted by the yang energy of the living, and rushed forward one after another.

However, King Kong's incorruptible body, how can ghosts intrude? There was no need for Jiang Chen to move, just the aura of the body protection kept the ghosts out.

Those fierce ghosts rushed in front of them, and as soon as they came into contact with the blood-red mist, their entire void bodies were ignited, scorched by the yang fire, and burned into ashes from the inside out.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ghosts were swept away, and the bright red blood around Jiang Chen's body also entered his body, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

It's just that the darkness that was originally heavy and condensed seems to be much lighter.

Jiang Chen's consciousness was in a trance, he couldn't go up to the sky, he couldn't go down to the ground, he didn't distinguish between all directions and six combinations, after a burst of ethereal flying, he suddenly fell rapidly, his eyelids jumped, and he woke up suddenly.

As far as the eye could see, the lead-gray sky was low, and countless evil spirits wailed, and it was a dark and dark hell.

It was an incomparably poignant and tragic picture that is difficult to see in the world, densely packed with corpses, as if piled up until the end of the world.

Countless vicious and terrifying faces were subjected to harsh punishments here, and the oil pot was tongued in a sea of fire, directly roasting the soul.

Bronze Pillar Hell, Iceberg Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Chungjiu Hell...... In an overlapping but non-intrusive way, it spreads out in front of your eyes.

It's "Netherworld Picture Scroll" again!

Jiang Chen took a breath of cold air. Can't you get rid of this in your life?

"Goo!"

The black earth under Jiang Chen's feet suddenly rolled and cracked, and a thin ghost hand got up and grabbed Jiang Chen's ankle tightly.

This level of strength could not hurt him in the slightest, but what shocked Jiang Chen was that an eerie and vicious chill rose from the ankle he was grabbing and surged all over his body, and he instantly suffered a sharp pain all over his body, and he clearly saw the past sins of this terrible ghost-

This ghost was a corrupt official who forgot his righteousness before his death, deceived his superiors and subordinates, was ruthless and shameless, brutalized the loyal and good, and suffered the death penalty in the hell after death, and his whole body was ground into meat sauce plasma, and he was robbed again and again, and he never lived forever!

Jiang Chen hurriedly broke away from this ghost hand, and when he was in a trance, when he came back to his senses, he found that he was surrounded by thousands of yin ghosts.

"Get out of here!"

He drew his sword in his hand and shouted.

However, in the eyes of these terrible ghosts, he, the only living person, is the best object to die in lieu of death, and how can he give up. Even if the sword is cold, and the sword wielder is surrounded by blood and body, it can't withstand the resentment and obsession of these powerful ghosts.

There was a faint cry all around, and countless demons with hideous, rotten, and mutilated stomachs gathered around him.

Jiang Chen suddenly rose into the air, raised the long sword in his hand, and instantly swung out a sharp sword net, knocking down all the demons that rushed under his feet.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his vest, and a blue skull came over at some point, opening his sharp teeth and biting down on his back.

That power was insignificant, but it passed on the resentment, making Jiang Chen feel the heart-rending pain-

This terrible ghost was a ferocious and vicious man who poisoned countless creatures, so he couldn't even condense his body after death, so he was tortured in a ghost state.

When the memories of those cruel punishments were inflicted on Jiang Chen at the same time, the sharp pain that penetrated his soul made his face distort immediately.

A moment later, the skull was burned to ashes by the blood, but Jiang Chen's body was also contaminated with filthy and dead qi, and he fell down uncontrollably.

On the ground, thousands of evil spirits are already salivating.

Before Jiang Chen could completely land, countless ghost creatures couldn't wait to rush into the air, sticking out their sharp claws, desperately scratching and biting inside, screaming terrible.

They have been aroused by thousands of years of resentment and the smell of blood food, and they still pounce on the fresh flesh in the blood gang one after another, regardless of the fact that their companions have turned into ashes one by one like moths throwing fire.

"Poof!"

Jiang Chen fell to the ground, and the impact of countless sinful memories and the pain of torture made him almost unconscious, and he was so painful that he couldn't resist, and his body was stacked on top of each other by ghosts.

Some of the blood gang was burned, and more ghosts gathered......

There are endless ghosts in this world, and there are endless ghosts in hell.

Ever since Jiang Chen opened the "Netherworld Hell Picture Scroll" three days ago, he was already destined to become the blood food of ghosts.

The crimson flame that protected his body from injury, as the demons followed one after another, and after holding on for a long time, it finally gradually extinguished like a candle in the wind.

The ghosts were no longer in the way, and immediately rushed up and ate the flesh and blood.

In an instant, Jiang Chen's figure was covered by hundreds of evil ghosts, and it seemed to be a dirt slope full of corpses, and countless evil ghosts came from afar, wanting to share the taste of flesh and blood.

I don't know how many mouths bite into the body at the same time.

Skin, muscles, viscera...... In the blink of an eye, they were all eaten, even the bones were torn apart and scattered, and they were beaten by the dirty waves of the Yellow Spring, and there was no trace.

Jiang Chen's soul seemed to be shattered into countless fragments, and he was about to dissipate in this terrifying and terrifying Netherworld Hell.

At that moment, a huge, scorching pull swept over, piecing together his consciousness and flying towards the lead-gray sky above the Dome of Hell.

In reality, Jiang Chenhuo, who was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, opened his eyes, his body shivered, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood in his throat anymore, and the bed was red with a "poof".

Something in his chest was hot, burning his skin.

He was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that it was the place where the jade pendant had been placed, and it was it that had pulled him back from the brink of death, otherwise he would have been a member of the Nightmare Hell by this time.

The whole body was covered with cold, and only the chest was hot.

Jiang Chen wanted to reach out and hold the jade pendant, but when he raised his fingers, he felt as if his whole body had been torn, and there was pain everywhere.

He let out a low moan, his features crumpled and tormented.

The nightmare almost consumed his flesh and blood, and there was not even a trace of strength left in his body......

At this time, there was a soft sound outside the room, and it was Su Yunqing knocking on the door.

"Brother, are you sleeping?"

Jiang Chen slowly let out a breath of turbidity in his mouth, and wanted to open his mouth to answer, but found that he couldn't even squirm his lips. According to his current state, he can only be described as "breathless".